Page 26 of The Hang Up
I nod, kissing her as I pull out and slam back into her. “Need you.”
Her hips rise to meet mine eagerly, and we’re soon rocking together in perfect sync. I balance on my hands, my hips jerking forward roughly as I pound into her. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, clinging to me as I lose myself in her. I look at her face, knowing she’s lost in me, too.
“Lena,” I choke out as my orgasm builds inside me.
“Holden!”
Her pussy clamps down around my dick, her walls milking my cock. Her legs shake as she clings to me, and I know she’s close.
“Let go,” I command.
She cries out as she falls over the edge. Her release triggers mine, and I groan her name as I come.
“Goddamn, Lena,” I pant as I pull out of her slowly and collapse on the bed beside her.
“Hmm,” she hums, her eyes closed, her lips tilted up in a smile as she catches her breath.
I grab her and pull her against me, moving her until we’re positioned skin to skin. We lie tangled in the sheets, her head on my chest, my hand tracing lazy circles on her back. The room is quiet except for our breathing and the distant sound of birds outside the window.
“Was that a mistake?” she whispers.
I shake my head. “No. Not even close.”
She’s quiet for a long time, and I wonder if she’s fallen asleep.
Then she says, “I think I want to move out.”
My chest stills. “Of your mom’s place?”
She nods against me. “I need space. I need to breathe. I’ve been living for her for so long, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to live for me.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”
She lifts her head to look at me. “I’m not saying I’m ready to move in with you. That would be… a lot.”
I grin. “I get it. Baby steps.”
She smiles back, and it’s real this time. Full and soft and beautiful.
“I should head back soon,” she says reluctantly, sitting up and reaching for her clothes.
“Not yet,” I murmur, catching her wrist. “Stay a little longer.”
Her lips twitch. “You planning to feed me again?”
“Actually, yeah. I was going to order pizza.”
She raises a brow. “You trying to bribe me with carbs?”
“Is it working?”
She laughs, and the sound hits me square in the chest. “Maybe.”
I grab my phone and order a large pepperoni and mushroom. Tossing it aside, I lean against the pillows, watching as Lena slips back into her clothes. She moves around my room like she belongs here, and God, I want her to.
Pulling her hair into a messy bun, she turns to face me, hands on her hips. “So… what now?”
I sit up, tugging on my jeans. “Now? We eat pizza. And tomorrow, we grab breakfast. Then we go for a walk. One day at a time.”
